Ryou never saw those sides of Yami and Bakura again.
Yami was always decent enough to talk to, and he was even fun to have around on occasion, but he never revealed so much about himself. Above all things, he and Ryou never talked about Yuugi or Bakura, and even then, it was never in the same context as that day. That was okay with Ryou, considering that they at least got along after their 'truce'.
It would still be a stretch of the imagination to call them 'friends'.
Bakura… Well, except for the random bouts of tenderness – which were few and far between – he hadn't changed much at all. He still mocked and ridiculed Ryou, and Ryou still took it, for the most part. But every now and then, Ryou caught him watching the sunset with a wistful look to him.
Even Ryou didn't change much, though out of three, his had been the most drastic. He was always more conscious of the 'line' that separated him and Bakura, and while he didn't back down as much, he never fought back as hard as he had that day either. He stopped hating Yami – in fact, he rather pitied him.
"Stop fidgeting, hikari," Bakura growled in his ear, pulling the teen a little closer. Ryou probably should have gone to sleep, but he couldn't help it. He always found that he did the most thinking when sandwiched between Yami and Bakura.
Bakura's rules were still in effect, for the most part. He still got testy if he caught Yami and Ryou getting too far without him, and Yami still wasn't allowed to take him under any circumstances. It still must have been a pleasure reserved only for Bakura… Ryou found it relieving that there was no bitterness in his internal monologue when he said that. It kind of made him feel a little loved.
All in all, their situation looked about the same on the surface. But it wasn't the surface that mattered – it was what was beneath it that was worth worrying about. Even if he had only seen beneath their surfaces one night, Ryou had gotten that glimpse, and it was enough for him. He didn't feel like a toy, a whore to be passed around in his own home. It all made their antics worth enduring.
"I said stop fidgeting," Bakura replied louder, and Yami snickered. Bakura shot some wiseass comment at Yami, and before Ryou knew it, they were shouting at each other over something.
It would all escalate to foreplay within five minutes. After all, Bakura always seemed to sleep peacefully after a couple of new bruises from sex with Yami.
Ryou crawled over Bakura unabashedly; he never wanted to get caught in the middle of THAT. He sighed and closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep and he listened to his chains rattle.
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And... it's the end. I hope to god it made sense. ^^;; I like it, so I also hope that counts for something. x.x